Monday, October 22, 2007

Ranting, raving and spitting fire.

I seem to complain a lot on this. That I know.

My hope is that I don't come across as a cranky ranting lunatic who is well, a bitch. My hope is that it is well aware that what I tend to rant and rave about are things of no true substance. I complain about things that really don't matter. I do so in a sarcastic way, or at least that is how I perceive it . When I bitch about work it is just something to do. It passes the time and I get a kick out of it because it tends to be about people or situations that I think most people would have some form of annoyance to. Rarely after I have left the confides of the store do I have any lingering anger. I don't preoccupy my time totally about the dumbass and his coupons from hell.

I'm just saying. When I complain about stupid things it's just that, stupid. And I think it goes along with something I heard once. How it is much harder for a person to accept a compliment then it is for a person to put down another. I don't know what it is about the human condition or maybe it is strictly American that we find it awkward when someone says something nice but I think that's where my silly tirades come from.

Just so you know.

And did you here the news?! Dumbledore from Harry Potter is gay! I'm not entirely surprised by that, I did find it somewhat suspicious that he didn't seem to attract the witches. That JK Rowling is a mysterious, fascinating woman. Her mind seems quite amazing.

Ooooooooh my! Someone is cooking something that smells absolutely fantastic. I want what ever it is. It smells like...well mint mojito because I just blew a bubble but perhaps chicken or a casserole. Mmmmm. I want some. And speaking of my great sense of smell, I think I have one, I amazed people with my ability to correctly name a liquor. It was Bacardi O. And then I did it again with Sminoff strawberry. Though I didn't guess the name brand right away.

Ooooh maybe since I have a good sense of smell that would mean I'd make a good chef! Or perhaps that just means I've been watching too much Iron Chef America. I just love that damn show!

Ok. I'm outie like a baby's belly button.

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